Heather Sunderland Vs Lynx: A smothery encounter with a cat.

[Warkitten99]

Lynx had agreed to the match without really thinking about it much, not really sure if he knew any submissions. So there he was backstage, phone in hand, googling "LAW Wrestling Submission Holds." with his phone in his shaky hands. "No...can't do that one...too complex...too small..." He'd mutter. A bead of sweat ran down his cute face as he examined the results. A lot of these submission holds were a skill level far above his own. Finally! Lynx found one he could do...a smother! He watched as a purple haired goth girl rubbed her behind in a submitting opponent's face on video! He can do that! He has the butt, and he guesses the weight, to do that It made him feel a little nervous and flustered inside, unable to comprehend what that would be like. Jeez, he'd hate to have to wrestle her, no way he could stand a chance. But at least there's enough women in this league that his odds of wrestling the purple haired girl had to be low. Right?

And here he was, in the gorilla position, staring at the monitor. Lynx wasn't really sure if there was a rhyme or reason if he went first or last for entrances yet. Lynx was so new he did not get to pick his own entrance music as the sound of bells and cat meows echo'd throughout the arenas from the loud speakers! The cosplayer still had no clue when he was supposed to step out from behind the curtain, and so once again at a random time stepped out, arms spread out, and let out a nervous but loud "Hello, errr uh...nya!!" To the fans.

The typical, now expected laughter erupted around the arena as the scrawny and cute catboy cosplayer awkwardly shuffled out out. Lynx's face became a deep blush as they laughed, and just like before he closed off into his own mental shell, and scooted down the ramp to the ring. A couple fans even yelled jeers about his cute little butt! If he could tuck his cat tail between his legs, he would.

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The catboy cosplayer would slide into the ring from under the bottom rope, and did his best to pose for the camera like any cat would, hands at the side of his face, curled like paws, and let out a "Meow?" To the camera, as if confused if he was doing it right. To the laughter and catcalls from the fans, he think he did it right. Now he awaited his foe.

[TiefBlau]

Getting another mixed match wasn't something Heather was expecting anytime soon, but she wasn't about to turn it down, it definitely seemed interesting, and it was with someone who seemed to be relatively new, so having the chance to 'break in' a newcomer was always a fun thing! She prepared herself in the back a little--a submission match, she'd have to put more focus on this as usual, but she was sure she had the tools to take him on and come out the winner here. She decided to go with her skirt for this match..it seeming to work quite well in the mixed division for her.

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Finally, after Lynx's entrance, Heather's music played over the speakers shortly after. She stepped out onto the stage area, a wide grin on her face, sticking her tongue out just a little as the crowd burst out in cheers from her showing up in the intergender ring again. She pushes her chest out, snickering just slightly as she steadily moved to head down the ramp and towards the ring.

She got a good look at her opponent in the ring--someone who if Heather hadn't been told, she could possibly mistake him for a girl. She couldn't help but blush just slightly, humming to herself. "..Cute.." She let out to herself before finally climbing into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and heading to the corner.

She got up onto the middle rope, raising her hands in the air, basking in the reaction she got from her fans for a few seconds. A deep breath came in and out of her mouth, nodding before hopping off the corner, turning to him, pushing a wide smirk on her face.

"Hope you came full and ready to get your butt kicked tonight!"

[Warkitten99]

Lynx was in corner of the ring, nervously shifting his weight from side to side, when who else but the exact opponent he did not want to encounter at this time steps out! The purple haired goth girl! And she was wearing a cute little skirt! Oh no! And a fishnet top!!! Lynx's face went to a deep blush as she eyed him up, examining his body, and said something, but he couldn't hear.

She got into the ring, and stood across from him. She was at the same height as Lynx, but a bit more evidently muscular. His legs were slightly trembling, and his ears perked up when she finally spoke.

"Uhh...uhh..." Lynx's eyes darted to the ground and then back up at Heather after her pre match 'trash talking' to him. It was light and playful trash talking, nothing too intense. He tried to not linger too much on her body, she was really cute, and didn't want to get all worked up so early. A girl this pretty has never given him the time of day.

"Well uhhh...I hope you're ready for me to grab your butt!" Lynx blurted out, then covered his mouth with a deep blush, his body shaking with nervousness. "No wait! I meant! Uhhhhhh. I hope your butt is ready...for me?" He'd say, having no clue what he intended to even say. "I-I'll stop talking...nya?" Lynx finished, trying to give her his best cute, catboy pose. His face was a deep pink, and he looked visibly flustered already.

[TiefBlau]

Heather sticks her tongue out just a little at the reaction she was getting from him--it was clear that he was enjoying the sight of her, and as always that made Heather smirk even moreso. It was definitely playing into that cocky attitude of Heather's for sure, a deep breath in and out of her mouth as she finished up her stretches fully.

She plants her hands on her hips, tilting her head a bit as it seemed like he was struggling to come up with a response, her smirk just beaming on her face at this point.

"Come on, you can do it! Speak!" She said teasingly--before he finally did give his response, blurting out something that admittedly made Heather blush a visible amount, tapping her foot a couple times before finally sticking her tongue out at him.

"I'm sure you'd like to get this butt, wouldn't you? Not gonna happen--unless you're down on your knees kissing it" She nod her head--the referee making sure to explain the rules of the submission match the two were about to have, Heather just keeping her eyes on Lynx the whole time--all the way up until the bell rang. Right when it did as well, Heather lunged right in towards him. She reaches out, trying to grab at his head and pull him in for a side headlock!

[Warkitten99]

Lynx was nearly fully trembling from his stammering nervousness, and when he hit his cute pose, it was done in a way where he seemed almost unsure of himself. And then finally Heather said those dreaded words. She gave him a teasing offer to kiss her ass on her knees. Flash backs of watching the video of her smothering her opponent underneath that very tushy flashed before his eyes, and a deep blush set in.

"I-I don't accept your offer...ma'am?" Lynx said, unsure of himself even then. A small side of him was curious. But the time for thinking was over, as the bell ringing woke him up from his thoughts, only to see a blurry purple figure zooming towards him! "AH!" Lynx shouted out in surprise, and before he knew it, her arm coiled around his head and brought it in close, smooshing his face between her strong arm, and the side of her boobs.

"I wasn't ready, nya!" Lynx suddenly shouted out. Any training he had was out the window now, as he had never been this close to a woman's boob before, let alone in a wrestling hold! His cat ears were pressed down against his head by her figure, and he stamped his feet, his hands wrapping around her waist, then highs, and generally unintentionally exploring her body, trying to find something to grab onto to try to pull them apart. Lynx was in full panic mode, and it was the most simple of moves.

[TiefBlau]

Heather snickers just a little with that response, waving it off a little before the match fully began. She was fully prepared to use her speed right at the start, lunging at the very second she was able to with the bell ringing, quickly moving in to lock him in that side headlock. She arches her body just a little, the move making his cheek smoosh into the side of her breast, a little hum coming from her mouth.

"No? You gotta be ready right when that bell rings, you know? Especially if you're fighting against someone like me!" She spoke proudly, wiggling her body left and right as she did, a deep breath in and out of her mouth, causing her chest to push out a little more. She squeezed as firmly as she could, trying to keep the pressure on as hard as she could, thinking she could just steadily wear him down right at the start.

She jumps just slightly at the feeling of his hands, his inadvertent feeling all around her making quite the tint of red steadily form on her cheeks, biting her lip hard. She did her best not to show it, but his touch was definitely getting to her..especially as he kept trying to grab..little squeezes at her hips and thighs making her wriggle around just a little.

"C-careful where you're grabbing!" She let out, but her arms were loosening quite a bit from the sensation.

[Warkitten99]

Lynx was totally out of his element now, as Heather shifted and adjusted her body to rub his soft catboy face against the side of her tits, which elicited confused purrs and whines of discomfort. "Aaah..." He'd let out as his face was a face of pink, cheek and half of his face obscured by boob.

The movements Heather did while having him trapped added continued discomfort to him, as his scrambling grabbing and shaky legs showed. "Nyeeh...this is..." He'd catch himself, trying to not say the wrong things again.

So Lynx focused on his struggles. Despite the worsening conditions of the hold, he did his best to maintain composure. Lynx would blindly be feeling around her body, hands pulling, rubbing, and tugging on whatever he could. She'd wriggle at certain touches. "O-oh I'm sorry ma'am...but I have to win..." The cosplayer said, as if apologizing to her for trying. He'd try his best to notice a pattern of her wriggles and discomfort, find a metaphorical chink in her armor...and his hands found themselves on her thighs.

Lynx felt a bit cheeky at his, his hands grabbing, squeezing, and kneading the meat of her thighs, before he'd wrap his arms around her outside thigh, and tried with all his catboy might, which isn't much, to lift up, tipping Heather off balance. "NNnnnnnnya!" He'd let out as a self battle cry as he tried to turn the tables on her!

[TiefBlau]

Heather wriggles around just slightly--a little more with his touch--making her chest smoosh into the side of his face a little more as she tried to keep her grip. She let out just a little huff, narrowing her eyes a little--pushing the thoughts out of her mind as much as she could..but it was clear that Lynx was starting to see that what he was doing was working for him.

She bit her lip hard, her body arching just slightly as he finally pressed those hands right at her thighs--the squeezing and kneading making her whimper out just a bit--her face turning a deeper and deeper red. "Nhgff---T-that's--h-hey now!" She let out, her hips wiggling left and right just a little--before finally that squeezing was pulled and pushed up.

Her eyes widened as he was able to lift her up finally, the grip on her thighs adding to it as she arched back. She tried to catch herself to prevent it from happening, but it was too late, her arms releasing his head to flail around before finally she landed on her back on the canvas!

"Gugh!? Aguh!!" She whines out a little, taking a sharp breath in and out through her teeth, clenching her fists tightly.

[Warkitten99]

Lynx was in full on helpless struggle mode when he finally found a crack in Heather's armor! She was ticklish, or something...Lynx has never really been this close to a woman and has no clue how they actually work. Despite this, he had successfully lifted his purple haired opponent up in the air, and he lifted her up with all of his catboy might!

She didn't go far, but she didn't have to. "Nyyyyyya!" He let out a furious kitty battle meow as he lifted her up, and she freed his head!! In Lynx's surprise at this working, he basically dropped Heather to the ground. His blush was fading, and he tried to capitalize on the situation.

The catboy would begin to muster up a fake toughkitty persona, and hissed out a "Where do you think you're going?", satisfied with is toughkitty act, Lynx leapt upon Heather, who was on her back before him. The catboy landed ontop of her, their hips pressing into her, and he lay along her body. At this point, Lynx had no clue what to do. He had never been this successful in a match, period. But he had to do something or else would be subject to a long smothery prison.

And so with no real battle plan at all, Lynx began to tussle with Heather on the ground, his covered chest against her breasts, his hips and crotch pressing against hers, and rubbing a bit against it unintentionally, thighs rubbed against thighs. Lynx's hands would go towards Heathers, and he desperately tried to interlink fingers with hers and pin her down. His face? He didn't know what else to do but press the side of his head down against hers, awkwardly rubbing his cheeks against her cheeks in a bid to hold Heather down to...he hasn't really figure out what he planned to do if he was successful. All he knew was he had to try. For good measure, Lynx let out some meows and purrs, trying to seem totally in control of the situation, despite his blushing face from the accidental intimacy.

[TiefBlau]

Heather groans out on her back a little, shaking her head to do her best to regain herself. It was more so the surprise of being countered like she was than the actual landing, considering he mostly just dropped her. She tried to start crawling back to get out of this vulnerable position, but as he did, her eyes widened as Lynx leapt up--and landed right on top of her!

"NGh!! H-hey hey!!" She groans out, squirming and wriggling beneath him, bringing her hands to go to push him from her, but she felt him grab at her arms before she could do so, her arms pinned to the canvas firmly with his fingers entwined with her own, earning a bit of a groan from Heather, the frustration and slight fluster hitting her.

She twist and turned beneath him, starting to steadily take on quite the blush with him bringing his head down and start rubbing his cheek against her own, the spot they were in feeling more like he was snugging and cuddling with her than any sort of pin. Her legs slid and squirmed around underneath him, hips arching and pushing up a bit--inadvertently rubbing against him a little more.

"Wh--t-this is--W-what kind of--" She stumbles all over her words, the heated spot making her head spin a bit, her fluster making it harder for her to struggle as she tried pushing her arms up!